I am a 44-year-old man living in Connecticut who just found out in 2005 that I have Asperger’s Syndrome. Since I was five years old, I have seen dozens of therapists, counselors, pastors, and other “help professionals” to figure out what had been troubling me. Everyone knew there was something different about me: my parents, my teachers, my other relatives, and classmates. And I knew it too, but it was difficult to say exactly what. I seemed to be gifted yet at the same time handicapped in some way that was beyond anyone’s understanding.
Of all folks, my sister (who was a reading specialist in a public school system at the time) figured it out. She had read an article on Asperger’s Syndrome and the bells started ringing. She talked to me one day about it in late 2004. I took the time to investigate on my own, and she was absolutely right! Several weeks later, in February 2005, we met with the psychiatrist I was seeing at the time. He said that I indeed had it, but it was a “very mild case”.